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First things first.

Thank you everyone, for your gushing long comments. ¬_¬ I know this probably isn't the easiest thing to comment on, but it makes me feel someone reads this, which would be nice.

Right. Comment nag over. :)

I'm sat at home, trying to do my Physics coursework, but I keep getting distracted. By this, for example. I've got half an hour left today, and about six hours tomorrow in which to get both this, and all my other homework and coursework done. Oh, the joy I will have.

I've also got Open Evening today and tomorrow evenings. For four hours. Doing not a lot, in the Music department. God, I'll get bored.

I've been listening to some of my old CDs, and dug up the second Busted album. I was rather obsessed with them in my younger years, and they weren't that bad really. Though I can't find the first one. Which bugs me.

Anyway, I came a cross a song called 'Who's David'. As you may or may not be aware, I broke up with my boyfriend of about four or five months about a month ago, when he turned into an arrogant lying twat. It also turned out he'd been 'seeing' a girl from Manchester, who's a friend of mine, for about a month. This song sums up my feelings, really. And is very fun to sing very loudly when nobody's home, while jumping around your room with a hairbrush.

You've always been this way since high school
Flirtatious and quite loud
I find your sense of humour spiteful
It shouldn't make you proud
And I know your pretty face gets far with guys
But your make-up ain't enough to hide the lies

Are you sure that you're mine
Aren't you dating other guys
You're so cheap
And I'm not blind
You're not worthy of my time
Somebody saw, you sleep around the town
And I've got proof because the word's going around

(Don't know you)
You left your phone so I invaded
I hated what I saw
You stupid lying bitch, who's David?
Some guy who lives next door
So go live in the house of David if you like
But be sure he don't know Peter, John or Mike

Are you sure that you're mine
Aren't you dating other guys
You're so cheap
And I'm not blind
You're not worthy of my time
Somebody saw, you sleep around the town
And I've got proof because the word's going around

Don't know you
Do do do do woah
And I know that you try to break me into pieces
And I know that you lie but you can't hurt me now

I'm over you
Do do do do woah
Don't like you
Do do do do woah

Are you sure that you're mine
Aren't you dating other guys
You're so cheap
And I'm not blind
Your not worthy of my time
Somebody saw, you sleep around the town
And I've got proof because the word's going around (words going around)

Don't know you
Do do do woah
Don't like you
Do do do woah
Don't know you

Go look it up on YouTube if you still don't know it. Or, allow me to find it. :)




There, I hope that worked. Anyway, I'm sure you'll agree with me, if you turn it up very loud and know the words it's a fun song.

I think what sparked all this off is that I finally stuck him back on my MSN contacts list last night, having not spoken to him in over a month. I couldn't really remember how he was to talk to, and was worried this would upset me. But, his reluctance to say sorry for acting like a prick, combined with the fact that he refused to say anything remotely serious without ':P' on the end, made me feel quite happy I'm rid of him. I've grown up a lot since I started dating him, and evidently he hasn't.

Plus, I've got good friends I know I can always rely on, and his friends go out and get drunk with him in central London. Which I really don't see the point of. They don't talk to people they deem 'not cool' that much, which makes me wonder how real these friends are. I almost pity him. Almost.

Anyway, rant #2 over, and I'm royally screwed if he reads this. Ah well.

I'll go finish my coursework now, and do some more singing and silent karaoke.

I'M ALIIIIIVE!

At least, I think I am.

I'm sorry, I've neglected you all. College has me rushed off my feet, I've got too much coursework to do.

I've got a ridiculous amount of Physics homework/coursework, which I should really be getting on with. But I'm snuggling up on the sofa with my laptop (which Dell finally got round to delivering a month ago) in my huuuuuge new Fox hoodie. It's black, and has silver patterns and black gothic writing on the front, and it's very very warm. All I need now is to fill my mega-rainbow-mug with hot chocolate, and sink back with my fleecey blanket and a girly movie. Ahhh, paradise.

I've got my first pair of real Converse too. They're just plain black ones, with white stitching, which I might colour black if I don't like it, but they keep my ankles warm, which is what i need, coz it's getting cold here. If you hadn't noticed. Which, if you live in Australia or NZ or somewhere hot, you probably won't have. Hm. There's an idea for a gap year or something. Anyway. Yes. Where was I?

Right, I've got a copy of todays Times in front of me, I'm reading the supplement, as I do, and there are a few rather good quotes.

"If he wanted natural, he shouldn't have married me."
~ Katie Price, on her husband Peter Andre's preference for her real shape.

"This is not a drug, it's a leaf."
~Arnold Schwarzenegger, on marijuana.

I'll be back. Yarly.